Rain flowers

Rainflowers by Helena Doe

Every evening, thunderstorms. The scent of rain-flowers call all the creatures of the desert.  The birds and the bees.

They feast on the nectar.

God controls the water. All the creatures know that. They call to the heavens for rain.

The scent comes first. Then the rain, the storm, the water.

Nobody but God controls the water round here.
Anyone who tries to control the water, tries to play God.
Anyone who tries to play God, gets what he deserves.
End of story.



Mother, freelance journalist, film maker and television researcher for documentary programs. Based in Cape Town, South Africa. I am constantly seeking ways to live more consciously, finding inspiration from people I meet along the way and places I go. My mission is to find reasons not to give up on hope in regards to the state of the planet. Seeking to truths and celebrate beauty and innovation and inspiration. Always seeking to understand the deep waves that make things move in the universal field.

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